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by 
Amelia  Woodward  fruesdell 


Printed  by 

The  Stanley-Taylor  Company 
San  Francisto 


0  Pars,  awake!  The  humming-bird's 

a-wing; 
Still  thrills  the  nightingale's  sweet 

welcoming. 
Lo,  from  the  hills — the  Spring,  her  hair 

snow-splashed! 
Rose  gardens  burst  to  wildest 

blossoming. 

But  night  owls  hoot  around  Persepolis; 
Where  jeweled  feet  have  trod,  the 

serpents  hiss; 
To  these  dead  hulls  there  comes  no 

Springtime  bliss: 
My  time-old  search  for  truth  is  but  as 

this. 

This  quest  sung  he  who  took  the  Vine 

to  Spouse; 
Nay  Pars,  why  from  thy  thousand 

dreams  arouse? 
If  dark  thine  ancient  doors,  where 

dwells  the  light? 
In  Omar's  harp,  why  wake  despair's 

carouse? 


Part  I 

I 

Of  him  who  walked  a  thousand  years 

ago 

In  Persian  vales,  and  studied  human  woe 
And  the  great  Ruler's  scheme  to  man,  I 

.read 
And  wondered  if  aught  more  to-day  we 

know; 

Aught  more,  life's  puzzle-riddle  solve 

than  he; 
The  Whence,  the  Why,  the  Whither,  and 

To-Be. 
We  still  are  groping  for  the  Great 

Reply; 
Through  veils  and  forms,  O  God,  we 

search  for  Thee. 


II 


He  taught  beneath  the  rose-trees  of  Iran, 
This  poet,  seer,  philosopher;  this  man 
Who  spared  not  all  his  learning's 

treasure  trove. 
But  vain  his  wisdom  of  the  star-writ 

plan ! 

Still  would  the  multitude,  like  driven 

swine, 

On  superstition  feed,  and  call  it  wine 
Of  life,  though  bitter  with  the  creeds 

of  men; 
For  sleek  Tradition  cried,  "A  draught 

divine!" 


Ill 


Tradition!  Serpent-barn  at  Eden's  gate, 
Still  deifying  fetish,  faith,  and  fate; 
On  altars  strange,  his  false  lights 

burning  yet, 
Still  blind  men's  eyes  unto  their  high 

estate. 


Tradition !  Keeper  of  the  deadly  keys 
Where  souls  are  locked  in  darkness,  fed 

on  lees 
Of  legends  steeped  in  dreams,  dank 

cloister  weeds : 
O  God,  how  could'st  Thou  look  and 

suffer  these? 


IV 


From  wading  in  the  muck  of  daily  care, 
From  'midst  the  ashes  of  dead  hopes' 

despair, 
Our  souls  still  wait,  with  long  endurance 

dull, 
And  lifting  helpless  hands  cry  "Master, 

where?" 

"A  score  of  centuries  since  Jesus  died, 
And  Sin  our  daily  comrade  still?"  we 

cried. 
His  life!     And  could  it  be  in  vain? 

Then  weep, 
Weep  on  thou  mother  of  the  Crucified! 


V 


I,  loved  the  high  Ideal  I  called  the  Lord ; 
I  worshiped  at  that  shrine  with  heart's 

accord. 

Athwart  the  altar  trailed  a  serpent  Doubt, 
And  left  envenomed  there  the  name  of 

God. 

With  the  Almighty  would  you  make  a 

trade, 
As  with  a  huckster  by  the  road-side 

paid? 
So  much  salvation  for  so  much  shed 

blood, 

And  thus  your  own  just  penalty  evade? 

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The  soul  revolts  at  such  a  sacrifice, 
Such  banal  temporizing  with  a  vice; 
The  sweetest  life  the  world  has  ever 

known 
Is  lost  to  earth  for  me — unworth  the 

price? 


Who  then  shall  weigh  the  thing  we  call 

a  sin? 

For  ages  God  mayhap  to  man  has  been 
More  lenient  than  His  sons.     He  knows 

so  well 
How  weak  He  made  him  from  without, 

— within. 


VI 


All  consecration  knows  the  scourge:  the 

scorn 
Of  words  which  cuts  the  heart  as  did 

the  thorn 
The  Master's  brow;  and  through  a 

dolorous  way 
It  mounts  its  calvary  of  crosses  borne. 

Vicarious  ever  is  earth's  pain;  that  pain, 
The  life-sweat  of  one  body's  loss  or 

gain. 
None  stands  alone.     Each  hapless  child 

of  sin 
Is  linked  to  me.     See  that  'tis  not  in 

vain. 


VII 

From  Ark  of  the  old  faith  my  soul  went 

out. 
Philosophy  she  skimmed,  that  sea  of 

doubt, — 
But  eddying  circles  in  a  darkening 

whirl, 
Maelstrom  of  words!     It  was  a  sorry 

bout. 

Where  ancient  Nilus  and  the  Indus 

taught; 
Confucius  with  his  measured  wisdom 

wrought, — 
No  foot-stay  there,  no  olive-branch  I 

found ; 
But  wreckage  of  a  flood  of  surging 

thought. 

Through  mosque  and  Buddhist  temple, 

silence-shod, 

To  fires  of  old  Iran  and  budding  rod 
Of  Aaron,  back  the  devious  way  I  trod; 
And  lo!  I  found  me  many  a  Sphinx-like 

god. 


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But  all  their  lips  in  silence  were  and 

scorn, 
At  my  poor  search  through  shrines 

where  ages  gone 
Had  left  their  manual  of  a  bootless 

quest : 
For  them,  no  star  of  some  new  faith 

unborn ! 

Altars  and  tombs  showed  man  in  tragic 

fray 
Of  creeds,  but  still  the  slave  of 

yesterday ; 
His  dread  of  change,  slow  death  unto 

the  faiths. 
Better  a  red-robed  charlatan  at  play! 

X 
VIII 

And  still  the  Potter's  wheel  is  turned  by 

Fate: 
He  tosses  out  our  shards  of  love  and 

hate 

As  whirls  the  clay  about.     We  wonder  why 
We  hold  such  scraps  and  shreds  for  our 

estate. 


Sharp-edged  tools  within  an  infant's  hand ! 
These  passions  which  we  did  not 

understand 

Surprised  us  by  their  mastery.    Then  who 
Had  right  for  us,  such  dangers  to 

command  ? 

Did  Cain,  that  life  was  sacred 

comprehend  ? 
Then  why  distraught  when  he,  without  a 

friend, 
Went  forth?     Did  Judas  know  his  kiss 

of  death 
Would  mark  for  him,  of  heaven  and 

earth  the  end? 


IX 


For  Truth  I  searched  a  hundred  seas 
and  lands; 

I  heard  his  call  and  ran  with 
outstretched  hands; 

But  when  I  thought  I  had  his  foot- 
steps traced, 

He  just  had  gone  to  walk  on  other 
strands. 


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All  up  and  down  the  streets  and 

country  roads, 
I  asked  for  him.     Men  pointed  to  the 

loads 

Upon  their  backs  and  dumbly  plodded  on. 
These  body  needs — accursed  Eden  goads! 


X 


Within  the  dark  I  heard  a  voice  one 

night, 
And  all  the  air  was  vibrant  with  the 

light,— 
Some  thought  that  crashed  its  zigzag 

way;  and  then 
An  Error's  mocking  laugh.     The  ribald 

wight ! 

I  thought  one  day  I'd  caught  his 

beckoning  glance; 
Covered  with  light — Transfiguration's 

trance — 
I  stood  with  souls  in  white.     I  raised  my 

eyes, 
Then  hope  was  naught  but  memory  of  a 

chance. 


XI 


We  read  that  Truth  from  one  eternal 

place 

To  us  shall  ever  turn  a  changeless  face, 
A  phantom  mirror  in  his  hand  forsooth; 
Of  yesterday,  to-day  reflects  no  trace. 

For  Science  changes  every  hour  her 

schemes ; 

Empiric!  What  to-day  as  fact  she  deems, 
Next  year  is  refuse  by  the  wayside  flung; 
For  souls  in  mortal  need,  what  good  are 

dreams  ? 


XII 

I 

I  questioned  Nature  for  some  comfort- 
screed  ; 

For  high  analogies;  God's  word  and 
deed 

Must  blend  in  one  great  scheme  of  law. 
Quoth  she 

"The  individual  is  a  worthless  weed." 


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The  specie  life  with  its  unbroken  train 
Is  Nature's  god;  and  this  for  souls  in 

pain? 
As  cold  as  death  she  reads  her  cruel 

creed  : 
"You're  weak?    Then  pass;  the 

strongest  must  remain." 


XIII 

It  is  the  old  estate  of  me  and  thee; 
Dividual  life  lost  in  captivity 
Unto  the  whole.     "What  means  the 

world  to  me?" 
Thus  Omar  cried.     The  end?     Earth 

waits  to  see. 

Since  his  red  wine  a  thousand  years  of 

work; 

Its  bold  results  our  logic  may  not  shirk. 
But  of  God's  mind  to  man,  —  the  Unit- 

Soul? 
Says  Nature's  law,  "Away  with  shrine 

and  kirk." 


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XIV 

O  Truth!     Bemasked  with  smirk  of 

every  race 
Thy  brow!     How  shall  we  know  thine 

alien  face 
By  strange  device  of  old  and  new 

disguised  ? 
Yet  souls  distraught  still  seek  thy 

dwelling-place. 

We  would  believe  thy  hidden  brow  is 

bright, 

Immortal  reflex  of  the  Essence,  Light. 
Why  change  thy  raiment  with  the 

beggar  Doubt, 
With  all  her  shams  and  trumpery 

bedight? 

Too  faint  thy  image  is  in  science'  well 
Thy  mark  uncertain  as  the  sagas  tell. 
O  Truth,  tear  off  thy  masks,  and  pray 

make  haste, 
Or  Doubt  shall  cast  us  into  deepest  hell. 


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XV 

O  for  Ithuriel's  heaven-tempered  spear! 
Some  spirit  talisman  that's  crystal-clear! 
Encased  within  this  casket  of  dull  clay, 
What  chance  has  man  the  truth  to  know 
or  hear? 

Silent,  Thou  God,  as  Thy  unanswering 

sky, 
Perhaps  sometime,  Thou'lt  tell  Thy 

creatures  why 

The  true  and  false  are  dual-unity. 
And  now,  have  mercy  if  in  sin  we  die. 


XVI 

Since  Death  turned  down  the  Persian's 

empty  glass, 
The  sun  has  seen  the  train  of  centuries 

pass; 
Uncertain-lipped,  we  question  still  the 

law, 
And  still  to  us  the  heavens  are  as  brass. 


And  when  the  past  has  swallowed  up 

to-day, 

The  future  from  us  stolen  nigh  away, 
We  feel  the  shiver  of  the  river-brink, 
Ah,  then  forsooth  we'll  grovel, 

whining,  pray! 

Aye,  pray  to  one  we  never  have 

addressed ; 
Reach  for  the  cup  our  lips  have  passed 

impressed ; 
See  heaven  shrivel  and  shrink  above  our 

heads ; 
Ye  Moths! — my  kin!     Where  shall  we 

then,  unblessed? 


XVII 

My  soul  go  hence!     This  strife  is  idle 

hum; 

This  life  the  beating  of  an  empty  drum; 
A  Holy  Grail  evanished  is  this  Truth. 
Back  to  thy  nothingness!     Thou  slave, 

be  dumb. 


And  when  again  th'  Eternal  Sakis  use 
This  earthern  bowl  I  found,  but  did  not 

choose, 

Still  other  bubbles  in  to  pour,  its  clay 
The  flavor  of  mortality  may  lose. 


XVIII 

Will  its  new  lips  be  only  formed  to 

sigh? 
Our  questions,  will  it  face  with  dreary 

eye? 
Nay,  nay,  I've  wept  its  tears,  this 

beaten  clay; 
For  man  will  then  have  come  the  Great 

Reply? 

Beneath  this  star-splashed,  zodiac-painted 

bowl 
Down-pressed,  we  crawl  with  smothering 

of  soul; 

Is  it  uplifted  for  the  Sufi  seer 
Whose  tragic  songs  to  us  through 

centuries  roll? 


XIX 

Omar!  Ah,  do  you  yet  the  mystery 

know? 

Is  Death  a  Fakir  with  no  wonder-show? 
Or  have  the  Pleiads  now  no  room  for 

souls, 
The  I,  the  You,  diffused  in  ether-flow? 

Through  space  as  winds  Death's 

caravan  its  train, 
Have  you  aught  sweeter  found  than 

earth-love's  pain? 
Flesh-robe  of  sorrow  must  you  wear 

again  ? 
Why  dream  I,  mad?    All  dreams  for 

man  are  vain. 


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Cfje  feoul's  &ubaipat 

Part  II 

I 

The  I,  the  Creature  Man,  unto  my  soul: 
"Would' st  look  within  the  Ruler's  great 

Earth-Scroll? 

The  folded  centuries  up-gather  then; 
By  History's  torch  new-lit,  the  tale 

unroll. 

"  Tis  travail  and  the  sweat  of  blood  for 

thee; 

The  fixed  stars  of  belief  reel  drunkenly; 
Thy  sun  is  blotted  out;  thy  God 

eclipsed ; 
Go  find  us  life;  this  chaos  strangles  me. 


II 


"Rugged  the  moutains  round  thy 

pathway  close; 
From  peak  to  peak,  far-glittering  with 

the  snows 
Of  Reason's  eyrie  home.     In  what  deep 

hell 
Beside  thee  Doubt,  with  torch  inverted, 

goes. 

"Through  legend-vales  thou'lt  follow  pale 

Despair ; 
Doubt's  poisonous  night-shade,  but  no 

hope-ray  there. 
When  plaints  the  ringdove  for  her  Yusuf 

lost, 
Thou  soul,  alone,  wilt  echo  'Where,  O 

where  ?' 

"But  oh!  through  stress,  lose  not  thy 
God;  no  God?  ' 

Rather  I'd  be  again  my  native  clod; 

Would  set  thee  free  from  this  earth- 
hampered  flight. 

Make  haste:  I  see  too  near  the  broken 
sod. 


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"Press  on  till  bulbuls  to  the  lark  repeat 
Thy  prayer,  thine  incense  for  the 

heavenly  seat; 
Till  thou  with  morning's  messenger 

canst  sing 
'  'Tis  there !' — red  roses  crushing  at  thy 

feet. 


Ill 


"Set  up  thine  altar  then,  emblazoned 

TRUTH,— 
The  IN  HOC  SALUS  of  thy  faith 

forsooth ; 
And  thy  libations  pour,  my  heart's  best 

wine; 
There  sacrifice  the  treasures  of  my 

youth. 

"Thy  JESUS  HOMINUM  SALVATOR 
too, 

This  shrine  may  prove, — those  altar- 
legends  true; 

As  from  the  dying  seed  new  breath 
suspires, 

From  faith's  dead  husks  Christ-life  may 
spring  anew. 

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IV 


"Stand  up  before  thine  altar  now  and 

swear, 
Thou  priestess  Soul,  that  to  our  God 

Thou'lt  bare 

Thy  brow  unto  whatever  name  be  true; 
Forgotten  be  the  seal  it  used  to  wear. 

"Thou'lt  flinch  not  when  old  altars  fall 

to  naught. 
Theologies  stripped  to  the  quick  of 

thought, 
And  faiths,  the  sinews  of  thy  life, 

inwrought 
With  thy  heart-threads,  thou'lt  give  for 

freedom  bought: 

1  'Tis  spirit-vision  with  the  single  view, 
A  talisman  to  test  the  false  and  true. 
No  double  thought;  no  judgment  in 

reserve ; 
Mammon  or  God;  thou  can'st  not  serve 

the  two. 


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V 


"That  thou  wilt  do  all  this  for  thee  and 

me, 
Swear  it,  as  there  is  love  'twixt  me  and 

thee." 

And  as  she  passed,  my  heart  wept  bitterly 
Yet  'tis  man's  only  hope  that  thought 

be  free. 

But  oh !  the  hurt  when  old  beliefs  are  rent 
From  lives  by  church-yard  door-ways 

long  content: 

O  dogmas  sacred  as  the  mother's  breast! 
Make  haste  with  healing  lest  the  years 

be  spent. 


VI 


She  came.     Her  step  scarce  moved  her 

vestments'  fold. 
The  law  was  written  in  her  lips'  stern 

mould ; 

I  cried  aloud,  "O  my  beloved  speak." 
Far  off  her  voice;  her  eyes  were  deep 

and  old. 


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VII 

"Two  graven  tablets  found  I  by  the 

way: 

One  chiseled  by  the  Past,  one  by  To-day 
All  faiths  must  read  by  these  or  else  we 

say, 
'Perhaps  the  master-gravers  were  at 

play.' 

"History  and  Science — friendly  scribes, 

if  reads 
The  reader  well;  they  mark  man's 

changing  meeds. 
When  Knowledge  swings  the  world  in 

line  with  law, 
She'll  show  God's  purpose  to  the  human 

needs. 

"For  individual  lives,  encrusted  long 
In  chrysalis  of  creeds,  are  with  a  song 
And  spread  of  wings  outbursting  to  the 

hope 
That  Fear  as  fetish  is  a  primal  wrong. 


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VIII 

"These  crowds  that  with  a  nation's 

vigor  burned, 
Whose  souls  for  truth  of  their  Creator 

yearned ; 
They  sought  a  Christ  but  found 

Tradition's  hell; 
What  wonder  if  to  God-distrust  they 

turned  ? 

"But  sons  of  God,  the  seal  is  on  them  all; 
Not  potsherds  set  in  rows  against  the  wall. 
With  errors  drugged,  they  stir  as  men 

in  sleep; 
New  life  a-thrill,  they  would  shake  off 

the  thrall." 


IX 


"Yea  soul,  but  veinings  of  a  leaflet's  plan 
Go   read,"   I   cried.   "From  it   the   Maker 

scan. 

The  individual,  what  is  he  to  God? 
O  tragedy  of  him,  the  Unit-Man !" 


And  long  I  waited  while  she  wandered 
— where  ? 

******** 

Far  off  I  saw  her,  resurrection  fair 
Of  form;  her  face  a  glory  from  within; 
I  knew  she  had  with  spirits  swept  the 
air. 

"Tis  Love,"  she  cried.    "A  heart  of 

love  the  key 
That  opens  now  the  one  life-truth  to 

thee; 

That  God  is  love  to  man,  and  only  love, 
To  His  own  children  whom  He  would 

make  free. 

"In  lights  sur'fine — the  tints  from 

desert  sands — 
Beside  me  stood  a  man  with  pierced 

hands, 
His  brightness  shaded  by  the  mantling 

sun; 
His  voice, — no  sound  so  sweet  on 

summer  strands. 


XI 


"  'Man  is  not  left  alone  upon  the  sod 
Of  earth,  his  home,  though  often  weary 

trod; 

God's  amulet  of  love,  within  he  bears; 
No  heart  that  loves  can  ever  lose  its 

God. 

"'And  when  thou  bearest  to  the  river- 

brink 
Thy  talisman  of  love,  thou  shalt  not 

shrink; 

And  there  the  Angel  of  eternal  life 
'Shall  lift  her  Cup  o'er-f lowed,  and  bid 

thee  drink! 


XII 

"And  he  was  gone.    The  Mother-Earth 

looked  up, 

A  twilight  on  her  face;  the  hasty  sup 
Of  sweetness,  fragrant  on  the  desert  air; 
Earth  sighed  for  yet  a  cup — a  brimming 

Cup. 


"A  tender  mantle  of  his  thought  to  thee 
Fell  on  mte  as  he  passed.     Love  gives 

thee  free 

Salvation  from  the  'Body  of  this  death/ 
The  world-old  fetish,  dread  of  God's 

decree. 


XIII 

"Even  as  on  Judea's  mountain-side 
He  spake.    And  then  I  knew  with 

vision  wide, 

Not  lore  occult  nor  dogmas  complicate 
Made  of  the  Nazarine,  the  Crucified. 

"But  patience  meeting  wrong  with 

meekness  mild; 

Simplicity  with  wisdom  of  a  child; 
And  charity's  clean  hand  that  cast  no 

stone, 
And  raised  the  weeping  Mary,  undefiled. 


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"It  is  the  spirit  of  the  Master's  thought; 
Not  deep  developments,  by  scholars 

wrought 

Of  doctrines  that  would  shrivel  on  the  lips 
Which  'Peace  and  good-will'  from  the 

manger  brought. 

"Spirit  of  love  all  human  and  divine; 
One  chalice  ruby  with  his  heart's  red 

wine, 
From  lip  to  lip,  the  Rabbin  then  shall 

pass 
In  mosque-cathedral-temple,  one  pure 

shrine. 


XIV 

"And  there  shall  come  a  time  of 

Pentecost 
To  thee  upon  thy  homeward  way,  but 

lost; 
When  'tongues  of  fire,'  a  spirit  flame, 

the  truth 
For  thee,  shall  heal  thy  heart,  sore 

question-tossed. 


"Then  life  shall  be  an  Olivet  of  peace, 
And  from  its  height  thy  vision  shall 

increase 
To  unknown  kingdoms  of  His  love  and 

j°y, 
Till  doubts  like  waves  on  a  dead  sea 

shall  cease. 

"Be  it  Love's  Zion-heights  immortalized, 
Be  it  Gethsemanes  pain-solemnized, 
Be  it  the  cross  of  life-hopes  sacrificed, 
Thine  eyes  shall  see  the  fields 
emparadised." 


XV 

I 

She  ceased.    And  from  her  eyes' 

uplifted  sight 
A  splendor  filled  the  deepness  of  the 

night : 

Oh,  mantle  of  the  hope  that  covered  me ! 
O  Truth,  the  glory  of  that  desert  light! 


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XVI 

"Accept  defeat  as  to  Creation's  plan," 
I  cried.    "There  is  no  other  peace  for 

man. 

The  De  Profundis  of  a  life  is  this, — 
Would  god  be  God  if  I  His  will  could 

scan? 

"Now  in  the  sun  I  set  the  bowl  to-day: 
What  matter  be  it  brazen  bowl  or  clay? 
It  gathered  up  the  light  of  yesterday; 
To-morrow  it  shall  draw  a  brighter  ray. 


XVII 

"Once  Ramoth  scoffed  and  clashed  the 

heavenly  keys; 
One  door  defied  his  hand.     'What  then 

are  these? 
Insult  from  Him?'  he  cried.     Then 

Astrofel, 
'The  mystery  of  His  Godhead  would'st 

thou  seize?' 


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"So  I,  the  Self,  this  terror-stricken  lord 
Of  earth  who  is  afraid  to  meet  his  God, 
Upon  th'  Eternal  Sword  would  lay  a 

hand, 
And  would  compel  th'  Almighty's  final 

Word. 


XVIII 

"Forever  vanished  now  the  great 
god  Fear; 

Released  his  captives,  to  the  daylight- 
cheer. 

Gone  too,  the  little  gods  of  fretting 
creeds ; 

But  Love  remains  and  God  is  there — is 
here. 

"I  see  men  perjured,  mad  with  lust  of 

fame; 
I  see  them  reeking  with  the  gutter's 

shame. 
Behold!  they  rise  and  call  upon  God's 

name; 
For  Fear  lives  not,  but  Love  with  eyes 

of  flame." 


XIX 

O  Love,  our  refuge  in  earth's  wildest 

storm ! 
O  Service,  life-breath  of  a  heart  that's 

warm ! 

A  dual-unity,  of  heaven  born; 
For  love  is  service  in  its  highest  form. 

Flame-tints  that  shimmer  on  the  desert 

air! 
Love-lights  that  make  Life's  sands  a 

garden  fair, 
Where  joy  and  pain  sing  softly  to  the 

soul 
That  God  in  man  is  Love  in  human 

care. 


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